Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 54 Capitalism

"Hmm?" Wang Jian’s mind stirred.

This Richardson, why did he suddenly become so generous with his offer?

There must be a problem.

The other party must have some information that he currently didn’t know about.

After sitting back at his office desk, Wang Jian spoke to Richardson, "You’ve seen the current state of this company."

"Everything is in the initial stages, and the copyright and legal departments are both seriously lacking."

"When the relevant person in charge returns, I’ll have him contact you."

Mike Richardson probably realized by then that his previous bid had been raised too quickly.

It would be easy for this Asian youth to see through his bluff and then proceed to make outrageous demands.

Therefore, he didn’t continue to increase his offer but, after a moment of contemplation, took his leave.

Before leaving, however, Richardson once again emphasized Dark Horse Comics’ sincerity and expressed a hope to achieve a long-term strategic partnership with the website.

Wang Jian sat behind his desk, contemplating for a long time, still clueless.

So, he made a call to Tom to see if he could get any new information.

But Tom was just as baffled, clearly not knowing any more than Wang Jian did.

As a side note, Tom was the first person in the whole company to be equipped with a cell phone.

Originally, Wang Jian wanted to buy one too, but seeing the brick-like shape of the current cell phones, he hesitated to make the purchase.

"What on earth is that information?" Wang Jian hung up the phone, muttering to himself.

After scribbling on a piece of paper for a while,

he felt that the problem most likely lay with EA.

"Notify Rossi to come in for a moment," Wang Jian instructed his part-time secretary.

Ten minutes later, Rossi entered the office and asked, "Does the website need any new features?"

"No," Wang Jian stood up, pouring a cup of coffee for Rossi.

"Have you gotten any news about EA from the gaming forums recently?"

"EA?"

Rossi shook his head.

"But, I know their architects."

"Is there anything you’d like me to find out?"

Architects?

After some thought, Wang Jian still said, "Discreetly ask what their current views are about adapting ’Arcane Throne’ into a game."

"Understood." Rossi nodded and walked out of the office.

Wang Jian checked the time; it was lunchtime.

He too left the office, planning to grab a quick meal at the nearby Burger King.

Because this place was near Flushing, an area with a large Asian population,

most of the faces lining up to buy fast food were also Asian.

Wang Jian looked at the long line and couldn’t help but sigh at how crowded it was.

With no choice, he reluctantly joined the queue at the very end.

And so, as time passed, the line silently advanced.

When Wang Jian reached the middle of the queue, suddenly two scruffy-looking Caucasians entered the fast food restaurant.

They glanced around and said loudly, "yellow monkey!"

Then they swaggered to the front of the line.

Wang Jian was initially stunned.

Since coming to this era, he had never heard such blatantly discriminatory language.

Then, he felt his blood boiling, and he couldn’t help but shout, "White trash!"

The two Caucasians turned to look at Wang Jian.

Wang Jian also stood up defiantly.

Ha, in this place with the most Asians, you dare to use a term that insults Asians. Are you kidding me?

But when he looked back, he discovered that no one else had stepped out of line to join him.

The two Caucasians gave Wang Jian a contemptuous glance and then continued their purchase.

The inherently compliant nature of Asians really was something else.

Wang Jian thought this as he took a few strides to the front and addressed the cashier, "If you sell food to them just like that, I will sue you and them together."

Then he turned to the crowd behind him and shouted, "Everyone who was in line before these two men, I’ll pay for your food."

"And for everyone else, well, you can do as you please."

Whether the free lunch was simply too tempting,

or if there was an underlying dissatisfaction among the crowd,

as soon as Wang Jian’s words were out,

the original line instantly pushed forward.

Moreover, Wang Jian noticed that the few Caucasians in the queue were loudly chanting, "White trash, get out!"

The two Caucasians were quickly squeezed to the side of the order counter.

They glared fiercely at Wang Jian, their expressions menacing as they inched closer.

But when they saw Wang Jian taking out his checkbook and writing down a sum of a thousand US Dollars,

they exchanged glances and grudgingly turned to leave.

"Hey, you two, what are your names?" Wang Jian called after them loudly.

The two Caucasians didn’t even turn their heads, quickening their pace as they left the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian was surrounded by several Caucasians and African Americans who praised him, "You are such a good person."

And some were even raising their drink cups, shouting, "Let’s thank this generous man."

After the $1,000 worth of food had been distributed,

Wang Jian, with his burger in hand, approached the dining table.

At that moment, an evidently Chinese elder approached him and said, "Young man, such actions could easily get you beaten."

"And suing for compensation can cost a lot of money."

"And just let them discriminate against us like that?" Wang Jian replied discontentedly.

"Just bear with it for a while for the peace," the Asian elder advised, "or take a step back for a wider perspective, unless you are very wealthy."

Watching the Chinese elder walk away, Wang Jian shook his head.

He couldn’t bear such a humiliating existence.

However, it was indeed as the other had said.

In the United States, where Asians were extremely vulnerable, avoiding discrimination was simple.

Just two words, "Have money!"

Back when "McCarthyism" was prevalent, many famous figures, including Chaplin, were implicated.

But Wang An, who had expressed goodwill towards the mainland and was Chinese, was hardly affected.

The reason?

Ha, money!

Looking at the broader aspect, Wang An was influencing the employment positions for a group of people at the time.

On a smaller scale, Wang An’s team of lawyers wasn’t afraid of the American law enforcement agencies at the time.

This is New York, the city that scorns the poor the most.

Here, no one cares what color you are.

They only care about how much money you can make them.

Wang Jian quickly finished his "expensive" lunch.

After receiving gratitude from two Latinos, he walked back to the office with determined steps.

It was at this moment that he truly understood what "capitalism" meant.

And just after he set foot in his office again, Rossi hurriedly came in.

"There’s new news from EA!" he exclaimed.

"They’re taking ’Arcane Throne’ very seriously and are planning to secure the comic rights for the game’s world."

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